Ours is a golden age of minorities. At no time in the past have dissident minorities felt so much at home and had so much room to throw their weight around. They speak and act as if they were the people, and what they abominate most is the dissent of the majority.
A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.
It is the malady of our age that the young are so busy teaching us that they have no time left to learn.
The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.
It has been my experience that there is no substitute for time where thinking is concerned. Why is it so? The answer seems to be that in many cases to think means to be able to allow the mind to stray from the task at hand. The mind must be able to be elsewhere. This needs time.
To think for oneself is not only, as Gide said, counterrevolutionary but also apostasy and, at certain times, treason.